Saturday, February 23, 2013

A significant new metaphor for the mommy generation...

I had my hair cut today. I have needed a haircut since approx. mid January... but kept having to reschedule. This time I just didn't even bother with my regular salon. I have a friend who cuts hair, she's awesome, and the only reason she isn't my regular stylist is because she's my friend and when I get the itch to switch I would feel bad about leaving her. I love her. You shouldn't love your stylist like that - it's just bad manners to do the bitch-switch to a good friend.

Anyway, I was explaining to her what my normal stylist does, and how she gave me a few more layers last time after she saw that when I came in to the salon I had left my hair wavy because I was in a hurry that day. I'm explaining how I like the extra layers because it makes it easier if I'm in a hurry or don't have to look so great I can just throw some aveda curling product in it and run.

Her interpretation?"Like yoga pants for hair."

By far the most brilliant and perfect metaphor I have ever heard.
Ever.
She's like the Aristotle of hair. I love her.

Yep, that's me!

About Me

Bienvenue à ma vie! I am a part time stay at home mom (not to be confused with "housewife" which would imply that I have any interest at all in housekeeping... which I don't) / part time Social Media Marketing Consultant living in Denver. Here are my ramblings.
Just so you know, "Husband" is my husband of 16 years, "DD1" is my darling daughter who is fourteen years old, and "DD2" is my darling daughter who is eleven years old.